twenty-something

There's nothing like a week away to make you realize, hey, I might actually still like my job. I'm back in the office now (working hard, as you can see -- blogging, listening to iTunes, and downloading some music from kids in the dorms). I'm finding that I actually missed this place -- my co-workers, my iMac, my view, my job -- and it feels good to be back.

So it's been a nice, lazy homecoming and I feel recharged. What does this mean for my job prospects, for my desire to move? Ultimately, I think it just means that I'm comfortable here and, in many ways, I am happy. But a big part of me still wants, needs, a big change -- and so it's going to be a big bitch when it comes time to ultimately decide between the status quo and the shadowy future.

Why can't this job and most of my co-workers just magically transport itself to Boston? I want my cake, and I want to eat it, too. But that isn't possible, is it?

*sigh*

At least it's good to be back. For now.

(Funny thing: Pat McGee's live cover of "Love The One You're With" just came on shuffle. Hmph.)